Page 22 of Dragon Thief of New York
Damian’s hands slide up my legs to my thighs as he pushes himself up to kneeling. Otto relaxes his grip on Damian’s hair.
Even though we all know what’s coming, and have all agreed to it, none of us makes the first move until Otto says, “Kiss her.”
It’s as if Damian had been waiting for that final permission all along. All restraint leaves him as he dives for me, grabbing my face with both hands and kissing me like the breath he’s stealing from my lungs is the only way he can live.
Otto’s hands replace Damian’s on my thighs, the touch gentle compared to Damian’s rough kiss. His beard scratches my upperlip and chin in a way that heightens the stimulation of the kiss and is somehow soothing at the same time.
“You missed him, didn’t you, beauty?” Otto drags his tongue along the top curl of my ear, then nips at the lobe. “You didn’t know you missed him, but you did. Your body knows.” His touch migrates up my sides over my shirt as my arms wrap around Damian’s neck.
I gasp for a breath that’s immediately stolen by my first dragon mate.
Otto’s right. I missed him. Kissing Otto earlier was new and exciting. Kissing Damian is different. It’s like coming home after a long trip. It’s not just natural and easy—it’s familiar. Like I’ve done it a thousand times. My body knows exactly how he moves, how he tastes, how to respond to him. I’m hot everywhere, head spinning, claws coming out and scratching along Damian’s back, needing him closer.
“Shhh, beauty,” Otto coos. “Much as I’d love to see your welts on his back, you don’t know your own strength yet.” He tickles my side, attempting to lighten the mood. “Let her breathe, handsome.”
Damian breaks our kiss, panting as heavily as I am. I close my eyes and try to retract my claws.
“That’s it, beauty, just relax.” Otto’s warm hands slip under my shirt.
“You expect me to relax with your hands centimeters away from my boobs.”
His touch travels just a little higher, skimming the bottom edge of my sports bra. “You can do it, beauty. It’ll be good practice for controlling your dragon.”
Damian gets a wicked glint in his eyes. His hands wrap around the waistband of my sweats. “Can I help you practice your control?”
I chew on my lip and nod.
“Words, beauty.” Otto slaps my breast, and I reel from the sting that goes straight to my clit. “Use your words.”
“Yes,” I gasp as Damian tugs down the front of my sweats, leaving the back still under my butt, stretching the waistband as far as it’ll go. He groans when he sees I’m not wearing any underwear.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Otto sighs.
He didn’t seem to mind my unshaved state earlier, but I did, so I took care of it in the bath, shaving everything but a thin strip of hair down the center.
Otto slips one hand down to cup the area between my legs while the other slides up to squeeze my breast. His middle finger dips into my wet core, then flicks up. “Taste her, D. Lick her off my finger.”
He doesn’t lift his hand, staying right there between my legs, holding my pussy like it belongs to him with just his glistening middle finger pointing up at Damian, who chuckles before lowering himself and licking my arousal off Otto’s skin.
I throw my head back on Otto’s shoulder, panting while he grinds his palm against my clit. He slides two fingers inside me next, then removes his hand and brings those two digits to his own mouth. I twist my head to watch as his tongue flicks between his fingers in a way that makes my insides clench.
I’m so busy watching Otto that Damian’s mouth on my clit surprises me, making me jump. Scales pop out on my thighs and lower belly.
“If you shift in here, you’ll squish us all, beauty,” Otto says playfully, like he’s not really worried about it. “Close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Relax and let us take care of you.”
I do as he says, but I can’t stop picturing what would happen if I shifted in this tiny elevator. I can feel the fiery need to change forms just below the surface of my skin, the urge to break free, to forget about everything, stretch my wings, and fly.
“Don’t do it, beauty,” Otto whispers, petting my arm. “If you do, we can’t make you feel good. You want to feel good, don’t you?”
My eyes fly open. “Wait, can dragons not… get it on in their dragon form?”
Otto and Damian both laugh.
“Oh, we can make you feel very, very good in your dragon form, but not here and now,” Damian says.
“Right now, you’ve got to stay all soft and human for us.” Otto grabs the rolls at my side and squeezes just enough to make me jolt. I don’t like people touching my sides or my stomach, but the action is so affectionate coming from him I immediately relax. His hands move around to slide up my belly to cup both breasts, squeezing and kneading in a way that makes me moan.
“Fuck these curves,” Otto says. “I want to touch every bit of you at once.”
